Letters to Penthouse XIII

by Penthouse International

  “You and Monica Lewinsky,” I said.

  “Except there’s no stain there any more,” Nora breathed. “I’ve licked it clean.”

  “You don’t say,” I remarked brilliantly.

  “I have it back at my place,” she said. “Would you like to see it?”

  “I’d rather see you,” I said. “All of you. Without the sweater.”

  “That could be arranged,” Nora said with a smile.

  So we went back to her condo. We went in her car, and on the way she mostly drove with one hand while the other explored my crotch through my pants. I returned the favor, groping her beneath her skirt, rubbing the wetness of her crotch through her panties. We were both breathing hard by the time we got there, and when she stopped the car we immediately lunged at each other and exchanged a long passionate kiss. Our hands were all over each other, and for a minute I thought we were going to do it right there in the car. But we managed to control ourselves long enough to get out of the car and into her apartment. She had no sooner closed the door than she was down on her knees, ripping my zipper open. My cock was good and stiff, and her hot breath made it stiffen “God damn,” she breathed. “I’ve wanted this for so long!” And then she swallowed it down. Her lips and tongue went to work, and try as I might to control myself, it was no use. In two minutes I was shooting my jism down her throat.

  Still she wouldn’t let it go, but held it there between her lips, licking and sucking at it until she got it hard again. Then she got up and did a slow strip for me. Her body was every bit as gorgeous as it had been back in college. I reached for her and laid her down on the sofa. She pulled me down with her, wrapped her long legs around me, and we fucked our brains out.

  Six months later we were married. She still loves to eat my big banana.—H.B., Denver, Colorado

  HE MET HER RIDING THE TRAIN, AND THEY BOTH GOT OFF BEFORE THEY GOT OFF

  About ten years ago I was working at a small publishing company on the outskirts of the city in which I lived. I worked the second shift, from three to eleven, and I didn’t mind getting out late, because I got home in thirty minutes driving my souped-up Mustang. However, shortly after I started I was in a car accident, which totaled my Mustang, although I survived unscathed. I ended up taking a very long ride on the subway from my apartment to my job, and the trip seemed even longer on the way back. I was without a car for three months, and it was during this time that I experienced one of the most erotic thrills of my twenty-two-year-old life.

  I hopped on the train one quiet Tuesday night, exhausted. I was too tired even to think about boning my girlfriend Glenda, whom I had been living with for the last six months. She was five-seven and pushing close to one hundred fifty pounds. When we first met her body was slim and voluptuous. Her ass was small and tight, and her breasts were healthy and firm. Then her unfortunate obsession with fatty foods slowly began to distort her sexy shape, and my appetite for her body waned fast. I had lost all desire to fuck her, and when I did, I came as soon as I could, rolled over and went to sleep. I hadn’t slept with her in two months, and didn’t think my dick would respond to her any more. I had begun masturbating when I got horny. But no matter how much I filled my fist with Vaseline and whacked off, I was not satisfied. I needed some pussy, some brand-new pussy. And not in a million years did I think it would come to me the way it did.

  There were a few young men in the car, and I sat down at the opposite end, pulling out my newspaper. I was busy reading about the tragedies that had transpired the day before when the train stopped at the next station, and she walked in and sat in a seat across from me.

  When I lowered the paper and turned my eyes in her direction, I was completely taken aback by the sight of her exotic beauty. My flaccid member began to respond immediately. I felt a lecherous desire to fuck her right then and there, no holds barred. And from the direction of her slightly slanted, seductive, dark blue eyes, and the curious look in them, it seemed to me her gaze was focused on the pulsating bulge in my pants.

  She was three feet away from me, too close for comfort. She sat upright in the chair with her legs extended and her feet a little apart. My lustful eyes inspected her from head to toe. Her smooth skin was newly tanned, and it shone as though it had just been rubbed down with baby oil. She had a slender, exotic face, with high cheekbones that were embellished with a light coat of pink rouge. Blood-red lipstick covered her blossoming lips like a cloak. Her long curly taffy-blonde hair hung like a curtain down to her waist. She wore a sleeveless, knee-high, loose-fitting black dress that buttoned in the front. She looked to be around five feet nine, and a lean hundred thirty pounds. Her long, lithe legs were covered with clear thigh-high stockings, and she wore black stiletto heels. The leather straps coiled around her calves like serpents. She looked so sexy to me that I wanted to suck the red polish off her manicured toes.

  I found myself staring between her legs, imagining what I couldn’t see, and wanting what I didn’t have. I wondered if she wore panties.

  It wasn’t until she spoke that my eyes met hers. “If you tell me what your name is I might let you satisfy your curiosity,” she said, and to my confused amazement she placed her hands on the hem of her dress, as though ready to pull it up and expose the unknown to me. “I’ve never pleased a stranger before,” she admitted, slowly tugging her dress up toward her snatch.

  “Uh, Larry. Larry is my name,” I blurted, eager to see what she seemed more than willing to show me. She seemed so free and uninhibited. I had never met a woman like her before. And she was a woman. Though her beauty made her age irrelevant, I would have placed her in her late thirties, at least “What’s your name?” I asked, dropping my newspaper to the floor in front of me.

  “My name isn’t important, but you can call me Christi,” she replied. She glanced at the paper on the floor, then back at me. “Is that for me?” she asked.

  “What?”

  Her luscious lips formed a sly smile, and then she said, “Is that where you want me to kneel when I suck your big fat cock?”

  Suck my cock? Boy, was she moving fast! Of course I wanted her to suck my hungry cock. I wanted her to fuck it as well, but all I expected was a quick look-see. We were on a train with a bunch of horny-ass young guys in the back, ogling her as though she were naked. Two strangers fucking in front of them would really be a show.

  Until that moment I had never thought about fucking a woman in a public place, and never would have. Glenda would have retched at the idea. But when Christi lifted up her dress and exposed her hot pink pussy lips and the thick blonde bush that surrounded them, the idea of fucking her until the cow jumped over the moon became a vivid reality in my mind.

  She placed her right forefinger in her mouth and sucked on it briefly, then stuck it between her legs as I watched, and started twirling it in her pubic curls. My dick filled with steaming-hot blood, and I placed a sweaty palm on it to keep it from bursting through my pants. She began fondling her clitoris in a soft circular motion, and low moans floated into the air. I had never seen a woman masturbate before, except in porno flicks. It was an exciting sight to see, and it ignited an unquenchable fire in me. And the fire intensified when her finger slithered inside her cunt, and she began to frig herself with short, quick thrusts. I wished we were alone in my bedroom. But I quickly realized we didn’t need a bedroom.

  She slowly removed her finger, which was covered with her love juice like icing on a cake. She started to bring it to her mouth, then stopped abruptly. She stared into my lascivious eyes and said, “Do you want to know what Christi tastes like?” Before I could respond she was leaning forward, her finger moving toward my mouth. I hesitated, glancing behind us. The eyes of all the guys at the other end of the car were on me, but I didn’t give a damn. Of course I wanted to know what Christi tasted like. I leaned forward with my mouth wide open, and my lips wrapped around her finger and eagerly sucked away all her sticky secretions. Her love juice tasted like fresh lemonade. It titillated my tongue, an
d felt like sweet wine going down, my throat.

  “Was it good?” she asked.

  “Delicious,” I replied.

  She leaned back in her seat then, and slowly began to unbutton her dress.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, glancing again at the watching guys in the back of the car.

  “I’m hot, and I need to get out of this sticky dress. Besides, I like to be completely in the buff when I fuck a strapping young man like you.”

  “Wait a minute,” I said hastily. “I think you’re a fine-ass woman and everything, and I surely want to fuck you. But there are people on this train. Can’t we, like, get together at another time and place?” But by then she was unfastening the last button on her dress, and now she stood up and let the dress fall off her glistening body onto the seat. Underneath it she was stark naked.

  I heard several of the guys in the back say, “Oh shit!” Which was exactly what I was saying to myself.

  “It’s either now or never, sweetheart,” Christi said. Her body was absolutely mouth-watering. She was shaped like an hourglass. There wasn’t a visible mark on her body. Her stomach was flat as a tabletop, and there was a sparkling gold ring in her deep navel. Her breasts were high and plump, and they seemed to reach out for me like extended hands. From the longing look on my face, I think Christi figured I was not about to turn her down.

  She took a step toward me, and I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her navel into my face. I began kissing her stomach, gliding my tongue across it with gentle yet fervent strokes. She placed her hands in my hair and began to massage my scalp. My mouth explored her midsection with pleasure. I dug my tongue in her navel and maneuvered it in a circular motion. I ran my hands up her calves and thighs to her butt. She felt like silk. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them. They were taut and soft, like cantaloupes. I let my tongue travel down across her smooth belly, and then dove into her curly blonde bush. I got lost in there for a while, until finally my tongue found its way to her burning vulva.

  I squeezed her ass harder and pulled her crotch closer to my mouth. I consumed it whole, letting my tongue flick at her clit, letting her moans direct its pressure and tempo. Next I tried to stick my entire tongue inside her. When it delved into her vaginal canal, she sighed and pressed my face closer to her body. I tongue-fucked her for some time, trying to make her come, but she was nowhere near climax. Neither was I, yet.

  She pulled away from me, then leaned forward, and our lips met and clung. We kissed passionately, our tongues battering at one another. I was so wrapped up in ecstasy I had forgotten about our astonished audience. Hell, I had forgotten we were on a train. I thought I was floating in the air, heading toward heaven. Which was where she took me next.

  She pulled away after a minute and slithered down to her knees in front of me. “You’ve tasted Christi,” she breathed. “Now it’s time for Christi to taste Larry. I’m gonna make you come in my mouth, and I’m gonna swallow your spunk like a milk shake.”

  “Please don’t do that,” I said, trying to sound seductive. “Not before I can stick my hard cock in your wet pussy.” But she ignored my request. It was clear she had her own agenda. Without a word, she unzipped my pants, maneuvered past my boxer shorts and pulled out my hard, thick eight-inch cock. It shot straight up as though it had been called to attention.

  “Oh, my God,” she said. “I love your big-ass cock. I can’t wait to get on top of it.” I couldn’t either. I wanted to convince her that she could skip the blowjob, but it was too late. Her tongue started licking my head wildly, as if she was trying to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop as fast as possible. There was no stopping her then, so I gave up and let her blow me.

  I placed my hands on her head and twirled my fingers in her curls while her lips showered my dick from base to head with kisses both soft and hard. And then she began to fellate me so well that I just leaned back in my seat, extending my legs and placing my hands behind my head, like I was on the beach, lying out in the sun. She was sucking me vigorously, and far better than Glenda had ever sucked me, or ever would. She sucked me nonstop for a while, deep-throating me with ease, her succulent lips surrounding the base of my rod with each downward stroke. It was fucking uncanny. A regular joe like me, getting porn star treatment on the train. Go figure. It was so good I had lost track of time and place.

  I felt some preliminary fluid oozing from the tip of my cockhead. Christi licked it up immediately, and then said, “I knew I could make you come.” She licked her lips and swallowed. “Mmmm, your jism tastes so hot and spicy, like barbecue.”

  “That was just pre-come,” I said. “There’s a lot more where that came from, if you want it.”

  “Of course I want it,” she smiled. “But I want it inside me. I want you to come inside my steaming pussy, and then I want you to put the rest of it in my mouth.”

  She stood up and straddled me, placing a knee on the seat on each side of my thighs. She held on to the back of the seat with one hand, and with the other she grasped the shaft of my throbbing penis and guided it inside her. Her pussy was sopping wet, and as tight as an untouched asshole. She eased my dick inside her, inch by inch, until it was halfway in. She began to moan as if she was in pain, but the grimace on her face wasn’t pain. It was pure pleasure.

  I cupped her breasts with my hands. They were full and firm, like melons. Her areolae were dark brown and her hard nipples were red. I guided them one by one into my mouth and sucked on them like a madman while she humped me with extreme prejudice. Our moans and groans resonated throughout the car, and above them, and above the roar of the train, I could hear the gasps and exclamations of the astonished passengers. But they didn’t matter to me, and definitely not to Christi. All that mattered was the two of us fucking the hell out of each other.

  She was taking all of me by this time, her ass shooting up and down like a piston on speed. I was close to climax, but I wasn’t ready to come yet. There was still some fucking to be done.

  Christi’s energy was relentless. It seemed as though she could go all night. We moved in unison. Each time she thrust downward I pushed up; when she pulled back, I pulled back. It was like we had been fucking each other for years.

  “This is some good dick!” she panted. “The best I’ve had in months. Are you ready to come down my throat yet?”

  “No,” I said. She began to fuck me harder, coaxing me to come, but I still wasn’t ready. This was the most beautiful woman I had ever been with in my life, and the best pussy I’d ever had the pleasure of pounding. There was no way in hell I was going to come prematurely. I didn’t know if I would ever get this chance again, and I was going to make it last for as long as I could.

  Christi stopped suddenly, and said, “I know what’ll make you come.”

  “What?” I groaned.

  “You need some good old-fashioned ass,” she replied. She got off me, grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me to my feet. She gripped my cock in her right hand and said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I want this hard cock up my tight ass, now!” Releasing my dick, she climbed up onto the seat I had just vacated, kneeling up on it and bending over the back, her ass sticking out toward me. “Do it!” she moaned. “Fuck my ass as hard as you can!”

  I was flabbergasted, and also turned on more than I had ever been turned on in my entire life. Well, if she wanted me to cornhole her, that was exactly what I was going to do.

  I stepped up to her quickly, wrapping my left arm around her waist, and with my right hand I guided my penis to her butthole. I pushed the head inside her, and she howled like a lonely puppy, crying out, “More! Fuck the shit out of me!” Her asshole was tight, but she was pushing back at me, and I pumped another inch inside her. I knew she wouldn’t be able to take the entire thing, but I was going to try to put as much of it in her as possible. I gradually got about five or six inches inside her, and then I started ramming her ass like there was no tomorrow. Christi yelped and twisted with ecstasy, and told me
never to stop.

  My hands clenched her waist tightly, pulling her toward me with each thrust and stroking my penis deeper inside her. I was soon emitting hoarse little cries with each lunge, and with each lunge Christi either moaned or groaned or asked that I fuck her harder. Sweat was pouring down my face and landing on her bare back like raindrops. The train sped along, the other people continued to utter exclamations of disbelief, but I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I wouldn’t have stopped if the damn train had crashed or gone off the rails.

  My stomach was slapping against her ass with each stroke. I pumped faster and harder, asking her if that was the way she liked it. “Yes, oh yes!” she cried. “I love the way you’re fucking me. Fuck me more. Harder, faster!” She put one hand between her legs and began playing with her clitoris as I rammed her as hard as I could. Then she gasped out, “You’re about to make me come. Please come with me!”

  By this time I felt like my scrotum was about to explode, and I could feel a volcanic eruption of creamy lava about to take place. I told her I was coming too, and her body instantly started to spasm. She howled like an animal, her legs and pelvis shaking and quivering with the intensity of her orgasm.

  When I started to come I stopped stroking and just held my penis inside her, gripping her ass cheeks like I was hanging on to a mountain cliff. My legs started to tremble, and I felt this ecstatic implosion inside me. I raised my face to the roof of the train, closed my eyes and shouted out with bliss.

  Christi pulled away from me, and my penis slipped out of her with ease. She turned around and sat down before me while jism spurted from my dick like a geyser. She gripped my penis, put it in her mouth and began to suck on it savagely. While she sucked me dry, I rubbed my fingers through her wet hair, basking in the wonderful feeling of her mouth and tongue as they hungrily drained my spasming member.

  When my climax subsided I opened my eyes and looked down at her, still swallowing my hot sperm. She was looking up at me with a mischievous smile in her eyes. She was completely satisfied, and I smiled back at her to let her know I was pleased as well.